[ Another one steals into the room. Kylo Ren looks up, sends the antique blaster in her hands clattering into the wall. Reaching for his lightsaber he slashes through the man squirming under his boot.
There's a trick, he's learning. A mental feint to stop them from predicting your movements. Instead he charges the woman as she recovers her weapon. Kills her with her finger on the trigger. She doesn't even gasp.
He turns and they're there. ] I told you— [ Kylo Ren contains his anger, just. Holding on to self-control by his fingertips. With a cursory glance at one, then the other he lunges past them. Paces the hall, lightsaber at the ready.
Over his shoulder, to Leia: ] Arm yourself. [ A nod at the room, the broken bodies on the floor. ] Now.
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There's a trick, he's learning. A mental feint to stop them from predicting your movements. Instead he charges the woman as she recovers her weapon. Kills her with her finger on the trigger. She doesn't even gasp.
He turns and they're there. ] I told you— [ Kylo Ren contains his anger, just. Holding on to self-control by his fingertips. With a cursory glance at one, then the other he lunges past them. Paces the hall, lightsaber at the ready.
Over his shoulder, to Leia: ] Arm yourself. [ A nod at the room, the broken bodies on the floor. ] Now.